If you were to ask me how I am any day for the last week or so, my answer would be TIRED.
I am tired of drama.
I am tired of feeling the wheels in my brain spinning at all hours.
I am tired of feeling inadequate.
I am tired of being weighed down by worry.
I am tired of all of the conversations that go in circles.
I am tired of feeling stuck—stalled like the car that slowed down my commute this morning.
I would say that I need a vacation, but every time I take a vacation—just when I reach that point of feeling renewed and refreshed—I return home to a fresh batch of all of the above (usually sparked by item 1).
Something’s gotta give, right? At some point, something has to break the cycle. I’m just not sure what that something is, or whether I can wait long enough for it to happen.